Six weeks had passed since I last laid eyes on him, and I couldn’t help but notice the difference. The excitement, the life I saw more and more through that night, was gone. The light inside was replaced by the loneliness I’d also seen in him. All work and no play.
It was hard to keep my attention on what was being said, my gaze locked on him. His lips moved, but I heard none of the words, until his eyes were fixed on me. In fact, the whole room was. A jolt of panic kicked inside me.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, realizing my wandering mind had missed something important.
“I asked why there are so many discrepancies in the GL for January. They should have been addressed before month end, yet they are still hanging open.”
It was something I knew was going to come up. All accounts were supposed
